Author Archives: George C. Hartman

About George C. Hartman

Redesiging design, coloring outside the lines, rolling down hills, figuring out strange people, dreaming in black and white, photographing in black and white, juggling, body surfing, fantasy football, painting, design, digital art and photo manipulation, green oceans, blue oceans, museums, discovering small towns, biking, beach, relationships that tear my heart out, bad poetry, movie making and BLOGGING

Over the river and thru the woods….

Posted on March 6, 2011 by George C. Hartman

A letter received several years ago from Mendam NJ after an inquiry by our sister Barb about our two great aunts on our fathers side. Our grandfather came from a family of 12. Really, 13 but “he” died early in … Continue reading →

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Excuse me, while I kiss the sky.

Posted on January 31, 2011 by George C. Hartman

Oh, James you said it so well. With your guitar licks and deep lyrics. Don’t be afraid of the dark anymore. One day I’ll be home. Wherever and whatever that is. If I owned a home AGAIN-it would be a … Continue reading →

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Desperate Houswives

Posted on January 28, 2011 by George C. Hartman

Act 1 Scene 6 A dimly lit restaurant in Soho New York. Butch and Coco are sitting in the corner, the only patrons. It is well past closing time. A waitress is nervously walking back and forth sometimes stopping and … Continue reading →

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you made me smile

Posted on January 13, 2011 by George C. Hartman

An anthology of our love. Drawn crinkled Curtains. Capacious day. Another in and out cloud-filled sky. I’m sick and tired of writing about my rapturous crap. Drowning In my own self-pity.(my real)curiosity is Of your soft inner thighs(and the smell) … Continue reading →

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winter solace

Posted on January 13, 2011 by George C. Hartman

Today was fuzzy socks under a tall tree of solitude long branches dipping into sandy creek reflections of sun and who I am Today is over in a sea of yellow orange love that I intend oh, distant heart distant … Continue reading →

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A fans journey

Posted on December 31, 2010 by George C. Hartman

Update, 8:26 a.m. ET, 12/31: Nobody can really ever understand someone else’s passion unless it is theirs. We all have, need, and want diversions from everyday life and strife and this is one of mine. It has consistently annoyed people … Continue reading →

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The House with the Knife in the Window

Posted on December 8, 2010 by George C. Hartman

The House with the Knife in the Window was every childs worse nightmare because once upon a forever my brother Glenn came home one day (running through the backyard one day) all excited about what he had seen (one day) … Continue reading →

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Modern Love: Texting.

Posted on November 21, 2010 by George C. Hartman

No new mail. The GPS told me where I was so I left. Recalculating!

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The real failure of improv is not trying it.

Posted on November 21, 2010 by George C. Hartman

Bob bought me some orange chicken on 30th street. The Rangers homecoming. Ranger Blue and Red everywhere. The wind dancing with discarded newspapers. I’ve been waiting for this yellow-taxied moment-standing in the middle of the greatest city in the world … Continue reading →

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One giant leap for mankind

Posted on November 21, 2010 by George C. Hartman

Thoughts on turning 50I never dreamed of a mountain top so crisp and clear and deep as I did on August 25 2010. Both my parents and two of my five sisters have passed away. Our Gill cousins are “around … Continue reading →

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